Mine Alone Is The Country Of My

You Cannot Explain Me With "isms." They Are Very Bad For An Artist. What One Must Believe In Is Color.

To Call Everything That Appears Illogical, Fantasy, Fairy Tale, Or Chimera Would Be Practically To Admit Not Understanding Nature.

If I Create From The Heart, Nearly Everything Works; If From The Head, Almost Nothing.

The Stars Were My Best Friends. The Air Was Full Of Legends And Phantoms, Full Of Mythical And Fair-tale Creatures, Which Suddenly Flew Away Over The Roof, So That One Was At One With The Firmament.

What I Mean By 'abstract' Is Something Which Comes To Life Spontaneously Through A Gamut Of Contrasts, Plastic At The Same Time As Psychic, And Pervades Both The Picture And The Eye Of The Spectator With Conceptions Of New And Unfamiliar Elements.